Brielle

Bonus Chapter

GRAYSON

The light shines through our bedroom window, barely making a difference in our dark room. But I can just see the outline of my children bouncing on the bed.

They decided to wake us up this morning by jumping on our bed, I had to remind them several times that mummy is very pregnant and to watch out for her stomach.

Bee's coming up to eight months now, which means I get to meet my next little monster that she bravely gives birth too.

After I watched her give birth the first time I almost fucking passed out, I may seem tough and all. But watching a whole ass head and body come out of my wife's vagina was one of scariest things in my life.

I don't know how she does it, and ever since then I praise the ground she walks on.

"Come on daddy," Silas shouts in my face, holding onto my shoulders and shaking them fiercely.

The kid is going to be in some kind of sport, wether it's hockey or something else. Because I'm not about to force him to play ice hockey just because I do. But he's got grip, and strength.

"Mummy can we please get up?" Sofia pleads, using her hands to pray and give Bee her best puppy dog eyes.

Bee sighs, nestling her head into my chest even more. Her arm drifts over to the front of my neck, cuddling me.

"I want to see what Santa Claus got me!"

"Me too!" Silas adds, jumping up and down on the bed like a hyper puppy. This year he asked for a BB gun, I immediately told him no because well he's fucking three years old.

He turned three almost two weeks ago, he asked for a sword for his birthday. Which he obviously didn't get, even though he was upset and cried I'd rather maintain my sons safety.

Sofia and Arlo on the other hand are easy to buy for.

Sofia wants princess and barbie dolls, some new kids books, some drawing pencils, new pink clothes and colouring books.

Arlo we can buy him anything and he'd be happy, since he's still a baby and doesn't understand much about Christmas.

"Can we go back to sleep for an hour?" Bee asks, using her hand to wave off our two kids, one of them is sat on my legs while the other is on our right.

"No!" They both scream at the same time and I laugh.

Looking over to the clock the time says, 7:34am for me this time is easy to get up at because of training. But for Bee, my heavily pregnant wife, it's exhausting.

Suddenly, the crying of our third child comes to light. Which is when Brielle sighs because know she knows she has to get up.

"Please daddy and mummy! Can we go downstairs and open our presents?" Silas whines, throwing his hands in the air and making a sad face.

"Fine," Bee says, which makes them both scream and jump around excitedly. "But as long as I get lots of cuddles today. Starting now."

Both kids jump over to her, instantly my arms stop them from hitting her and her bump. We don't know the gender of our next baby yet, but I think it's another girl.